Several kilometers away from the Jiang Family, Ling Chen made his final checks atop a high-rise building. Communication devices, weapons, smoke grenades—all were ready.
Walking to the edge of the rooftop, he looked down at the flowing cars below and those pedestrians who seemed as insignificant as ants, Ling Chen took a deep breath. After checking the wind direction, he no longer hesitated and leaped down from the building.
Plummeting from over two hundred meters in the air, Ling Chen quickly descended in free fall, his speed increasing. Suddenly, he spread his arms and legs wide, and his body, which had been falling, soared upwards and swiftly glided through the air.
Upon closer inspection, there was a piece of thin fabric like cicada wings stretched between his arms and body, as well as between his legs.
Wingsuit!